Beautiful Zion, built above—

Beautiful city, that I love;

Beautiful gates of pearly white,

Beautiful temple—God its light!

He who was slain on Calvary

Opens those pearly gates to me.

2 Beautiful heaven, where all is light;

Beautiful angels, clothed in white;

Beautiful strains that never tire,

Beautiful harps through all the choir:

There shall I join the chorus sweet,

Worshiping at the Saviour’s feet.

3 Beautiful crowns on every brow,

Beautiful palms the conquerors show,

Beautiful robes the ransomed wear,

Beautiful all who enter there!

Thither I press with eager feet;

There shall my rest be long and sweet.

4 Beautiful throne for Christ our King,

Beautiful songs the angels sing,

Beautiful rest—all wanderings cease—

Beautiful home of perfect peace;

There shall my eyes the Saviour see:

Haste to this heavenly home with me!